Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 99 A Wonderful Day Begins with a Board Jump (2/5)

When all the mourners heard Lancelot recount that Primarch Robert Guilliman had returned, they felt as if it were all unreal.

He didn't even know how to cheer, he just stared blankly at Lancelot.

At this moment, Lancelot was preparing to set off.

Lancelot was completely clueless about micro-management on the battlefield, but his superhuman intelligence told him to use his super power, regardless of what schemes or tricks these guys had, or what they were doing, it all took time.

But by relying on the walk in the dark forest, he could directly kill the orc leader, and the green-skinned orcs would naturally collapse.

"Elder, do we need to jump aboard with you?!"

The mourners began to ask questions, and their spirits suddenly lifted.

A chance to fight alongside an elder! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"I don't need you anymore, because the way I'm going to destroy those orc ships is a bit unusual. You also need to protect the Feather of Saint Gilles, so you must leave enough manpower behind."

Lancelot spoke calmly, then turned and disappeared into the mist once more.

Those who were grieving were also extremely bewildered by this.

Is this a psionic technique?!

Some of them had witnessed Elder Lancelot and the think tank learning psionic techniques from scratch, but only a few months had passed since then. In those few months, what kind of abilities had the elder mastered?!

What exactly was that fog just now?

The weeping ones had no chance to ask, because the fog had already dissipated, Lancelot had disappeared, and a moment later, Lancelot had arrived on the orc ship.

When the inviolable territory was first acquired, the system described it as only 10 meters wide.

But now, with Lancelot having severed and merged with the Black Lion's subspace essence, this description is no longer accurate. Any place that the mist can spread to can be considered his inviolable territory.

The range has now expanded to about 100 meters. As for the precise data, Lancelot didn't have time to investigate it carefully, but it was already capable of doing more than enough.

Specifically, when Lancelot appeared on the orc ship, the ship, which had been operating stably thanks to the orcs' power of thought, began to sound urgent alarms.

In essence, the more technologically advanced something is, the lower the content of my thinking power.

But just like code, for orcs, as long as this thing can run, that's all that matters!

As long as these ships can support the orcs to fly through the starry sea and fight everywhere, they will not care at all how meticulous they need to be!

Those greenskins who could develop into beings capable of interstellar travel were undoubtedly massive greenskin dynasties! Their waaagh energy and waaagh force field were extremely dense, so their ships were basically pieced together from mountains of garbage!

A better option might be to modify warships from the human empire, but even after modification, if the ship's core power components are no longer protected by my power, the risk of self-destruction will greatly increase.

All Lancelot had to do was casually toss a few simple thermite grenades into the crumbling, powerless ship's propulsion system, and he could effectively cripple the ship!

The longsword danced.

With unparalleled prowess, Lancelot single-handedly charged into the Greenskin fleet. The pristine lake light easily tore through everything in his path, and no Greenskin could stop Lancelot's advance!

One by one, the green-skinned orc fleet that had been unleashing its firepower in space began to fall silent, and some even exploded! No one understood what was happening, but the Imperial fleet clearly wasn't going to let this opportunity to strike a losing battle go to waste!

The situation began to reverse.

One by one, the surviving greenskins began to describe the enormous, terrifying black creature they had encountered in the orcs' communication channels.

The greenskin who survived Lancelot's command described him as cruel and cunning, cunning and cruel, possessing the largest sword and the largest shield, and being extremely terrifyingly black!

In the orcs' understanding, the inviolable domain directly translated into the domineering aura of this big guy, because one glare from him could silence all guns! Another glare could scare the bastard to death!

This is compounded by the fact that Lancelot would utter "waaagh!" when intimidating the green-skinned orcs. And for the sake of efficiency, he would initially summon those green-skinned boys from his forest to fight. As a result, after the fog cleared, Lancelot was often surrounded by a large group of howling green-skinned orcs!

Because Lancelot emerged from the mist, some beastmen called him the Boss of the Mist!

The orcs began to believe that this big guy was blessed by Brother Gao and Brother Mao! He had a group of cunning and cruel orc boys under his command!

Although such a title did not stop the joyful orcs from firing at Lancelot, the number of green-skinned orcs emerging from the misty forests of Lancelot did indeed begin to increase dramatically.

Collapse, collapse, collapse.

The battle in space began to turn upside down, and as the naval battle in space changed, Malakin, the leader of the Weeping Warriors, who was caught in the fierce battle on the planet Borg IV, only then received a communication message from the flagship.

Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines, has returned!

This was undoubtedly exciting news! But even more encouraging than this news was that Elder Lancelot, who had originally said goodbye to them, reappeared to help them!

The elder did it!

Although, for Malakin, he had no idea how Lancelot had traveled such a vast distance to return to the star system where the Weepers lived!

But Malajin knew that the dawn of hope was just around the corner.

The Lamenters had not yet received news of the Primarch's return due to the fierce fighting, but now, Lancelot had brought them this message ahead of time. For the loyalists and for the desperate people of the Empire, this was undoubtedly a message that could rekindle their fighting spirit amidst despair.

"People of the Empire! Great Son of God! Lord of the Ultramarines! Lord Guilliman has awakened from his slumber!"

Our support has arrived! Humanity will prevail! Humanity will prevail!

The mourners were now calling out loudly from within the shelters formed by the mine shafts.

Behind them was a group of emaciated imperial people armed with rudimentary weapons. They had been abducted from their homeland by green-skinned orcs and forced to work in the mines. As aliens, the orcs gave the humans no chance to replenish their supplies or rest, simply treating the imperial people as living, moving machines.

Even in the empire, those insect-like officials treated the lowly commoners of the lower-class hives as mere tools.

But among the crowd were good people who had fought their way up, fathers who wanted to protect their families, and believers who hated the aliens. People believed that the emperor would show them mercy after their deaths.

When the weeping ones arrive, when the emperor's angels descend, what reason do they have not to rise up in rebellion?!

When the Son of God returned, and when they heard that the Empire's support had finally arrived, all the people were overjoyed to be alive to witness this great moment, and they let out a deafening cheer!

Faith may be poisonous, but the empire today has no choice but to drink this cup of poison!